no good deeds
(Chaos, chaos)
(Chaos)
Man
(We control the chaos)
(Sucka)
I'm so fucking bad at hitting people up consistently
All I see is my own path, can't fuck with no contingency
Don't know where to go
Checked my map, it flew off in the breeze
Give this shit my blood, my sweat, my tears
Cuz good things come in threes
They say he think he got the sauce, he egotistical
Apparently I'm arrogant and hypocritical
These people making shit up, shut the fuck up
I'm running for my life and you ain't worth the dust I kick up
I do the most and people don't even appreciate
Got such a short fuse, I should probably start to meditate
I concentrate my ki into a blast and shoot it into space
And once I smoke this blunt, I'm good, I'm good
I'm gone without a trace
I lost myself within a song I haven't written yet (Whoa)
They call my phone and question if I fucking did it yet (No)
Give bad advice and then proceed to disappear again
I swear I'll haunt your ass for life when I'm a spirit, man
I woke up sad, another dream about my ex
She took my hand, flew into space, that's it, the end
I'm always in her heart, at least, that's what she said
Her eyes were red, some things you just never forget
I got a lot of love, but I'm so stubborn, clutch it close
These pills ain't working right, I think I need another dose
I crush it up into a dust and up it goes
Bu-dum, bu-dum, brrrrm, palpitations, heart explodes (Blaow)
I watch my wake from up above, nobody's coming
Who else gon protect my name if I go kick the bucket?
I don't believe in much, don't mean I don't believe in nothing
Cuz God knows it's lonely at the summit
Where do you go from here?
Where do you go after you go and go (It's all a dream)
Until there's nowhere to go until nowhere?
Do I keep going?
Or is that a no-go?
Wait, no, I won't go there
Whoa
(There's nothing to find)
(Chaos)
Man
(We control the chaos)
(Sucka)
I'm so fucking bad at hitting people up consistently
All I see is my own path, can't fuck with no contingency
Don't know where to go
Checked my map, it flew off in the breeze
Give this shit my blood, my sweat, my tears
Cuz good things come in threes
They say he think he got the sauce, he egotistical
Apparently I'm arrogant and hypocritical
These people making shit up, shut the fuck up
I'm running for my life and you ain't worth the dust I kick up
I do the most and people don't even appreciate
Got such a short fuse, I should probably start to meditate
I concentrate my ki into a blast and shoot it into space
And once I smoke this blunt, I'm good, I'm good
I'm gone without a trace
I lost myself within a song I haven't written yet (Whoa)
They call my phone and question if I fucking did it yet (No)
Give bad advice and then proceed to disappear again
I swear I'll haunt your ass for life when I'm a spirit, man
I woke up sad, another dream about my ex
She took my hand, flew into space, that's it, the end
I'm always in her heart, at least, that's what she said
Her eyes were red, some things you just never forget
I got a lot of love, but I'm so stubborn, clutch it close
These pills ain't working right, I think I need another dose
I crush it up into a dust and up it goes
Bu-dum, bu-dum, brrrrm, palpitations, heart explodes (Blaow)
I watch my wake from up above, nobody's coming
Who else gon protect my name if I go kick the bucket?
I don't believe in much, don't mean I don't believe in nothing
Cuz God knows it's lonely at the summit
Where do you go from here?
Where do you go after you go and go (It's all a dream)
Until there's nowhere to go until nowhere?
Do I keep going?
Or is that a no-go?
Wait, no, I won't go there
Whoa
(There's nothing to find)
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